Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Organ,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.